The meaning of life
As youngsters, we start some deep wondering,
The questions asked then linger long into life.
Like, Why is the sky blue? , Why can’t I fly?,
How much is a million? and, Where does God live?
We anger as teens at anyone who dares,
To presume to know who we are or what we think.
When in reality, if truth be told, we have no idea,
As we desperately search for our own true selves.
Those questions become, when life’s lemonade sours,
And when the sweetness of honeysuckle drifts on the breeze,
Why am I here, what is my purpose,
How do I fit in this grand scheme of living?
And when rainy-day rainbows show themselves grand,
You realize there is no true finality to this quest.
For in living and existing you find what is true ,
That the answers are waiting, they are inside of you.
So keep asking the questions,
And continue searching for answers,
For in asking and searching you open the lines,
You will find the answers, for you desire them so.